I’m in seclusion. My human contact is limited to my trips to safeway every other day. It is kind of nice having my world be quite and manageable.Not much has been going on, went to the U of O football season opener. We won’t discuss how it turned out. But I do have to mention, that it is amazing to have seats that are about four rows back from field. We’re right over the play-clock on the right side of the field across from duckvision. However, it did seem to be the geriatric section. For most of the people there, my age could divide into theirs at least three times. Contrary to the saying, it does rain at Autzen stadium and it did so during the game. I was drenched, but thanks to my super powers of being a human furnace, I was dry long before the disappointing, disheartening, no moral victory here, ending. It was fun though.
That following Monday made a trip to the Doggie Dip. This is a yearly event where they open up the Clackamas pool to dogs. All sorts of dogs were jumping into the pool, running through the waves, chasing down tennis balls in the water. And then there is my parents’ dog, Tolley, who managed to stay out of the pool the entire time. Driest dog at the pool. it’s so shameful. Even the bulldog wearing a life doggie-life preserver was in the pool. Anyways, there were two therapy dogs at the swim–they were some of the most placid, calmest dogs I have ever met. Here’s a picture of me getting some therapy. Don’t be fooled, despite the badge, these aren’t attack dogs. At least, I don’t think they were therapy attack dogs. But, you know that isn’t a bad idea–after these dogs track down and wrestle the bad guys to the ground, they can visit them in the hospital when they are recovering from their bites. Enjoy.
I should have named this entry “You know it don’t come easy.” In the spirit of a more ‘happy’ entire I’ll stick with what I put. Its a Dar quote, so I have to like it. So, I got into Graduate School… I’ve been accepted into the Middle/Secondary (read that as: middle and high school) Education focusing on Language Arts. Personally, this is astounding, I am sure that I will be the only entering grad student with a astoundingly low GPA, but I’ll take what I can get–no complaints.
Of course, anything good is coupled with a trial; a couple of days after I found out that I was accepted to grad school, I receive a letter from the University registrar which roughly said: Come the end of Spring term you will be 7 credits shy of the 180 needed to graduate, so we’ve canceled your graduation application. [enter fit of rage and unmentionable words] The reality behind this situation is that I am currently at 169 credits and taking 16 credits currently, anyone who participated in elementary level math could tell you that 169 and 16 equal 185 (185>180). How ever here is the registrar’s math: 169 +16 = 173. So after a sleepless night, I called the woman who had the unfortunate opportunity to have her named signed on the letter. She said “Oh, well, initially when we checked your records it said you were only taking 11 credits.” my response was, “yeah, well that still equals 180, not 173.” all I got back was a “Oh, yeah, i guess it does.” It just goes to show that the Universe is conspiring against me, but in only a lazy half-attempt to do so.
In our next issue: House? Summer School?
Same bat channel.